Don't think I can't see through you   Don't think you would ever fool me   I'll get what's coming to me      From the womb unto the tomb   The stagnant air that fills the room   Into the shrine where you have knelt   You felt the buckle now feel the belt      Don't give it away      Your deepest cut will leave no mark   This sceptic skin will never scar   Come breathe some light into my dark      Be penitent and penetrate   Between the liquor and all these lies   See past the bruises of your hate   Come face to face and meet your fate      The weak will walk the sick will see   Caress my cursed soul for me   These begging hands will pray with glee   Upon your blackened fists and knees      This sleuth hound is the Lord of lies   This boiling pot will draw the flies   Write one more cheque before you die      Repeat      Don't think I can't see through ya   Do ya think I'd ever fool ya   You'll get what's coming to ya   You'll get what's coming to ya   You'll get what's coming to ya   The weak will walk the sick will see   Caress my cursed soul for me   These begging hands will prey with glee   Upon your blackened fists and knees